A Bird With a Broken Wing

*~* I sit -looking at the river gracefully bending Flowing smoothly over moss covered rocks and stones Measuring in endless time -my life My loves, my losses Posing my thoughts with unspoken words Just me and the river... Sitting all alone I cry- my whetted, salty tears Like the river weeping her warm liquid waves Showering the earth with her promising shades of life Breathing her liquid grace over all the lands she saves? Yet… I could not save us My hungry heart hides my tears as I breathe in your image Calling your name -whispering our story And all the tender moments Of our once remembered glory With my thoughts softly weaving their dreams I trace the memories of the sweetest fruit from the vine Painting vivid pictures of warm candlelight and roses That turned into a sad, bitter tasting wine My grieving spirit hides the breeze that softly blows Whispering in its low, hushed voice My sad, lonely story… That only I and the river know Hiding my shattered heart A bird... With a broken wing *~*